The pilot of the Viking fighter immediately launched a missile, and the two huge magazines on the fighter plane flew out countless rockets, drawing dense gray lines in the air, and flew straight for the truck on the road.

The sound of the explosion resounded in the sky, and it seemed that the ten trucks were loaded with a lot of munitions, which were hit by rockets, and instantly turned into large fireballs. The orange-red fireballs blasted deep pits in the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a sea of fire was formed.

There were also many figures in the midst of the fire, struggling in pain, rushing to the side of the road covered in fire. Some rolled on the ground in pain, trying to extinguish the flames, while others kept running until the flames burned them to death.

It became a living hell in an instant.

Looking at the footage from the fighter jet's battle recorder, the people on the ground roared desperately in the blazing fire, burned to death by the flames in the painful struggle, and then turned into ashes. The crowd of charcoal-fired figures, screaming with their mouths wide open, even if nothing could be heard in the sky, the mere sight was terrifying. Even the pilot of a battle-hardened fighter plane, Xinzhong faintly can't bear it.

And this picture is seen in the eyes of Tims Symson, and the corners of his mouth are showing a cruel smile. He said lightly: "Damn Xinhua pig, how does this barbecue taste like?" ”

After firing the rockets, the Viking fighter slowed down, dragged a long red tail flame, and circled over the military base again. After confirming that the bioradar did not detect any biological signs, it transformed into a humanoid mecha and landed on a military base.

The entire military base is now in shambles. As far as the eye can see, there are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and there are no complete buildings left. The walls were densely covered with bullet holes, and the blackened marks of rockets and grenades were all telling people of the fierceness of the previous battle.

The bodies of the Union soldiers lay strewn to the ground, blood staining large swaths of the concrete floor, some of which had not yet condensed, and flowed down the walls into the already dark red gutters.

Death! It was the same blue and white sky afternoon, but there was no more peace here, replaced by death. The base is filled with the smell of death.

Looking at this miserable scene, the fighter pilot couldn't help but cry. Fellow Confederacy soldiers, seeing so many of their comrades dying here, would shed tears even if they were stones. What made him even more angry was that he didn't find a single body of the rebels.

Less than ten minutes later, personnel from the Federal Military Department and the Ministry of Intelligence arrived. Commander-in-Chief Tim Statham ignored the Peacekeeper and went straight to the military base. He had received a report from his subordinates that the councillors had arrived at the military headquarters in the capital intact, and even the bodyguards accompanying him were only wounded and none of them were dead.

A few hundred meters outside the main gate of the base, the former sea of hellfire has calmed down. It was already charred black, emitting a thick black smoke and a choking smell, and you could still see the burned and deformed steel frame of the truck. Countless charred corpses were scattered on the ground, being lined up by military personnel to identify them one by one using genetic testing.

Looking at the corpse covered in a black cloth, revealing only a row of pitch-black feet, Admiral Tim Statham covered his forehead and nose with a handkerchief. A captain next to him, who was in charge of inspecting the scene, stood straight beside his boss. Tim asked, "What was the result?" How many rebels died here? ”

The captain's nervous calves trembled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a trembling voice: "As of the current genetic testing results, no rebel corpses have been found. ”

"What?" Admiral Tim's eyes suddenly widened in anger, and an irrepressible burst of energy burst out, oppressing the captain almost out of breath. Even the guards around the admiral had difficulty breathing and almost fell to their knees.

Tim gathered his feelings, he knew that now was not the time to have a seizure. The energy dissipated, and in just a moment, the captain, who was almost soaked in sweat with fright, slumped on the ground and gasped for air.

"Say, what's the matter with these corpses?" Tim asked as he tried to suppress his anger as he looked at the captain, who had staggered to his feet from the ground.

"So far, 521 bodies have been found. According to the results of genetic testing, they are all federal soldiers who are stationed at this base. There are many more stumps, and it is not possible to calculate the exact number of deaths. The captain said in a trembling voice.

"Damn Huaguo dog!" Tim said viciously, his eyes filled with anger. His right hand was clenched tightly, and the captain felt only a tightness in his chest, and he fell to the ground, already dead.

After an all-night work, the military department was extremely efficient this time, and on Sunday afternoon, the military department's analysis report came out. Tim Statham and the top brass of the Federal Military Department got together to hear the analysis. The generals of the ten major families also participated in this meeting. The atmosphere in the conference room was oppressive, like the oppression before the rainstorm was about to come.

The analysis was carried out by a major general in his forties, who was part of the Intelligence Department's Analysis Section, which specialized in analysing the various movements of the rebels.

The base was attacked, and the rebels entered through underground sewer pipes. Attacked from several directions at the same time, cut off the power supply at the first time, and occupied the command. The body of the commander of the base, Lieutenant Colonel Lucas, was not found at the command, but died in a truck outside the base.

According to the analysis of footprints, at least thirty of the rebels who attacked the base this time were wearing different combat armor and had a very high-level Skywalker. There were also at least a hundred ordinary soldiers, compared to a very small number of rebel troops involved in the attack.

The Federation soldiers at the base fought valiantly, but apparently some surrendered, and there were many of them. In particular, the military department pointed out in its report that although the soldiers surrendered, they put up a heroic resistance before surrendering.

The ten trucks that left the military base were loaded with a large number of incendiary bombs and surrendered Union soldiers. Those soldiers were bound hand and foot until they died, and they could not move until the flames burned what bound them.

At the same time, a huge hole was found in the military warehouse inside the base, from which the rebels were supposed to evacuate. The cave was connected directly to the capital's underground drainage pipes, and it is now suspected that the rebels were using the wide sewer waterway to carry the munitions in the warehouse.

This time, the loss in the base was huge, the base was almost abandoned, the materials in the warehouse were carried away, and some materials that could not be moved or could not be moved away were also burned. The materials were originally planned to be sent to three different planetary battlefields, and now they need to be regrouped.

And, most surprisingly, no bodies of rebels were found at the scene.

"It seems that the rebels are very well prepared for this operation. They knew the structure of our base very well, so they cut off the alarm line beforehand. We also found traces of cyber intrusions, and, according to previous intelligence analysis, it was probably the highest-ranking hacker team in the rebels who participated in the operation. ”

After a pause, he saw that all the generals present had gloomy faces, and the major general, who had seen a big scene, also felt an invisible pressure on his shoulders.

"It seems that not only the madman, but the rebels must have come to the city of New Berlin again. The patterns and patterns of their actions have changed. A hoarse voice said.

"Is there any news from the Ministry of Intelligence? Which guy is it? A person with such ability should have a good position in the rebels, and he should have had the corresponding information before. A middle-aged woman's voice said.

Hearing this, the major general of the Ministry of Intelligence hurriedly explained: "The Ministry of Intelligence has compared nearly a thousand suspicious objects, and compared them in terms of the tactics used and the methods of attack that have been remnants of the Force of Skywalker, and there are currently 30 people with the highest similarity, and the one with the highest similarity is this one named Junlong." ”

This kind of comparative analysis is one of the Federation's highest technologies, which can detect the behavior patterns of the opponent based on the battle records of the engagement, so as to predict the opponent's plan of action and the personality traits of the leader.

A deep voice said, "Junlong? Isn't that guy dead? ”

"Because the body has not been identified, the Ministry of Intelligence has kept his files."

There was another dead silence. The major general of the intelligence department could feel the cold sweat on his neck sliding down his skin. Although most of the military bigwigs sitting in the seats are virtual images, they can still feel great oppression.

The generals seemed to be talking to each other, turning off the sound of the meeting and discussing something in private on their private channels.

Just when the Federal Military Department was investigating intensively, the soldiers of Xinhua who Li De and his comrades participated in the operation had been smoothly moved to a safe place.

It's Saturday again.

The soldiers of Xinhua did not evacuate through the road on the ground, and the big trucks they drove in were all smoke bombs made by Feng Ziyang.

The passage through which they really evacuated was the route they had come. Through the guò sewer pipe, the Xinhua soldiers who attacked the military base transferred tons of munitions to another secret warehouse on the outskirts of New Berlin, along with the bodies of brothers who died in the battle.

Corpses cannot be left to the enemy. Large quantities of arms and supplies were placed in good order to be transported to other places in batches at a later date.

Li De and the others went to a bar near the suburban base and celebrated an evening. That small bar was also opened by a Chinese, a bald bar owner in his 50s, who saw so many compatriots coming, and agreed to Junlong's request to charter the venue with a smile on his face.

It's a pity for the bar owner, and his son, who works as a bartender. A group of soldiers who had just won a big victory began a carnival in this small bar.